Share something new 🙂 From a new novel I’m working on titled Not Forward but Upward. Pages 90-100, poetry prose story, heart art. CHAPTER SEVEN: THE MISSION OF DOLORES Me llamo La San Fran Mision de Dolores Varrio of peace and pain Born as a savior San Francisco Bald-in-the-middle monk You taught me to find peace in blood Dolores Creek of sorrows You cursed me the tears of a woman True torture I am floating in the ether I am in every homey’s cup In every junkie’s needle In every rat roaming around The dirty Mision Not the clean pristine … Continue reading The Mission of Dolores

Today, it has been a decade, a dime, ten years, time dissolved, melted, some kind of marker, a point for reflection. It was one of the most traumatic and life-changing moments of my life, both for the worse and the better. My brother. He was a man. And I still call him, think of him as, my older brother, even though now I am seven years older than he ever was. A street warrior who fist-fought and actioned the most daring ridiculous feats, he hit his last angel dust maton today, ten years ago. Now he snores with the angels … Continue reading Death Is The Only Proof You Are An O.G.

Memorial Day Share this posting in memory of the dead: As a Marine Corps combat veteran, I remember the dead, the American dead. Perhaps because of my brown skin and Cholo Indio ways, I have liked to push to “Mehricans” … Continue reading Memorial Day

  Enjoy and share my latest manuscript of fiction, a novel The Revolt of Los Locos, pages 117-120: I was working all the time, sleeping, dreaming, nightmaring to what needed to get done, then waking up by five a.m. every day, so I could organize and write and connect people together, and it was me against the world, and I was like fuck it, I can do this, we can do this. I didn’t know what I expected, but I knew that just getting it out there, things were happening. People were walking with dignity. People were loving life. People … Continue reading The Revolt of Los Locos, Pages 117-120

Share the power of Frisco Resistance! FRISCO RESISTANCE: On Saturday, August 26, 2017, Frisco Resistance represented in full force with the power of amor. Joined together with tens of thousands of diverse peoples from all walks of life, we led the celebration victory and rally against racism. In San Francisco we confronted any hate at Alamo Square Park, embraced and kissed each other, and marched through the streets to headquarters, the revolutionary varrio of La San Fran Mision. In less than a week’s time we, Frisco Resistance, organized ourselves and other coalitions to join together against the hate of racists … Continue reading Frisco Resistance

Overall this “neo”-racism is triviality. People, gente, who know and understand vida loca know racism has always been the reality: there is no old racism or new racism. Racism has been a perpetual state of being here in this place. Anyone who thinks they can school a vida loca homeboy or homegirl is speaking gibberish and blasphemy. It seems like only the vatos locos y locas know essential truths: There is only one life: vida loca. There is only one goal: death. Now, what has changed, but is not entirely new, is the boldness of white racists; however, let’s not … Continue reading A Response to Racism

From August 7ths beautiful Lunada Literary Lounge: Poetry Against the Police! Share with urgent amor!     Poetry Against the Police At La Mision’s monthly Lunada Poetry Reading on Monday, August 7, 2017, in the heart of La Mision, during an evening of love and celebration, a packed crowd witnessed the unreasonable logic and entitled arrogance of the San Francisco Police Department. After singing a poem and during intermission, I saw a clearly distressed frail white homeless man fearing for his life. He was almost crying. He then stopped in front of me and the people I was speaking with, … Continue reading Poetry Against the Police in the San Fran Mission

For the brother who was too much for this world, my carnal: James “N Jeff” Bac Sierra, R.I.P “O.G.” Full force fast forward Beyond the speed of light Original Gangster Original Genius Who cracked the code that revealed The schoolbooks Streets Prisons Educational institutions Television sets and Mickey Mouse (ABC) news programs Were all a hoax With their mild mannered Midwestern voices They programmed people into believing that there was truth And that they knew what it was That they had the market on the motherfucker They knew what was good for you Good for sheep Original Genius Todo Bodo … Continue reading “O.G.”